Chapter 2: The Darkness of Truth

Over the next few weeks, Miley was in seventh heaven. She loved having a clone that could help her whenever she wanted. The clone had also filled in during conserts while Miley got to watch from the dressing room, smiling widely. The clone was also a good talker. It understood Miley's what Miley was feeling because often, it was feeling the same exact thing. Miley could talk to her about anything, and the clone understood. The clone had all her feelings, Miley thought, and that was what made her such a good friend.

But, unknown to Miley, the clone didn't have all of Miley's feelings. The clone had one feeling that Miley didn't have. Jealousy. Oh sure, sometimes Miley got a little jealous, but not like the clone did. The clone had watched Miley with her family and friends, and she wanted that life. She wanted to be Hannah and Miley all the time, not just once a week. She knew she could do a better job than Miley could. Look at all the times Miley had screwed up, that would never have happened if she were Miley!

Over time, the jealousy began to invade the clone's system and take over. It erased all the kindness and love from its system. In time, the clone began to form a plan, and knew exactly what to do.

One Saturday night, Miley was home with Oliver, Lily and Jackson. They were talking about the clone.

"I mean, she is sooo nice! She's almost like you, Miley!" Lily was gushing about how cool it was that her best friend was part of the biggest invention of the 21st century .

"I know! Miley squealed happily, "I'm really glad that I took Amber and Ashley's offer!"

"I know! Isn't it so great!" Jackson mimicked, imitating Miley's movments. "Listen, Cooper's coming over soon, so would you stop talking about the clone! I don't want him finding out my sister is Hannah Montana!"

"Fine," Miley scoffed and rolled her eyes. Then all of a sudden, her eyes caught on something in the corner. Two glowing red splotches of light were standing in the doorway leading to the upstirs. That's when the dots started moving. Miley gasped and stumbled backwards.

"Miley?" Oliver said, noticing his friend's expression. The others followed where she was looking and then also gasped. The red splotches of light belonged to the clone.

They couldn't belive it. It looked like a dark image of Hannah. Her eyes were all red, her face had a grimace molded into it and a dark shadow seemed to cover her. She was wearing all black.

When she spoke, her voice sounded devious. "Hello, Miley," she said, her glowing eyes surveying the four kids.

"Hannah?" Miley choked out. She had not really named the clone, just called her Hannah, snice that was what form she was in most of the time.

"Yes, it's me," the clone answered, a dark smile had formed on her lips. "It's a nice change from that goody-goody look you had."

"What are you doing?" asked Oliver, his eyes full of disbelief.

"I thought you would never ask." said the dark Hannah, swinging back her blond hair. "I might as well just tell you the whole plan."

"What plan?" said Miley who was starting to tremble.

The clone started to grin, and then started to speak. "I was thinking eariler on. I was having so much fun being a pop star, singing and dancing, when I started to think even more. Why should Miley get to be the pop star? I mean, every time she gets in a situation that overwelms her, she just makes it worse. If I were in her postiton, I would never need to panic. I could just use my abilities to help me. But there is one thing that I don't have that I need: a body. Your body."

At this Oliver let out a soft gasp, Lily's hands started shaking, Jackson couldn't move and Miley would have fainted if she hadn't suddenly clung to the kitchen table.

"Yes," the clone continued, seeming to get amusment from their reactions. "I can't become Hannah without a body. I can transform in your body, too. So I can become Hannah any time."

"But why?" Jackson blurted out, walking closer to the clone.

"Because," said the clone, her eyes growing her brighter,"I want a life, a real life. I want fame and fourtune, and nobody's going to stop me." The shadow that she had seemed to grow, until it was covering her face. "So I have to enter little miss pop star's body so I can be real. Then, she won't be real. In fact, she won't even be around anymore."

All of a sudden, when Oliver made a dash for the door and tried to pull it open. Hannah gave a laugh as he suddenly jerked himself away, clutching his hand, which had turned red.

"I put electric bolts of energy in the doorknobs, and all of your window locks so if you try to unlock anything to get out, you'll never be able to. Pretty clever, huh? I guess I have a gift with light." She raised one hand, which looked like little lighting bolts were climbing it."Must be an advantage to being made of light." Hannah was obviously enjoying herself. "So, just step foward Miley, and I'll step into your body."

"Not gonna happen," growled Lily. She and the others stepped foward and formed a protective shield around Miley.

Hannah sighed, as though she was tired of dealing with them, and raised her hand. Light sprang from her hand and surrounded the human shield. At first, everyone winced, as though Hannah was going to shoot a lighting bolt at them. But, all of a sudden, she heard a rattling sound, and she looked at the kitchen. Forks rose from a drawer and flew at them. They grabbed Lily and the others by their clothes and held them pinned against the floor. As much as they struggled, they couldn't break free. Hannah, with a smirk on her face, walked slowly toward the captive Miley and stood a few feet away from her.

"Well," Hannah said, staring into Miley's eyes, "I guess I should get what's rightfully mine. Hello, human body." She stepped closer to Miley and her grin turned into a smile.